Alzheimer's disease Stories

I ask the pretty woman how they put the moonglow in a necklace. She smiles and says that it was a gift from her husband years ago, that they make them with an image of any date's moon you pick. It's the night they met fifty years ago. I tell her that's a lovely gift and her green eyes light up with love.  I want to thank her but can't remember her name. She seems to know this and squeezes my hand, familiar and warm, thumb...

It's not the drippingthat I always hearit's just the moaning in her sleep resting here beside me The faucet often awakens me as well My sleepless nightswe spend together as she restivelywalks in mysterious dreamsunknown to me And I hear the drippingknowing it must be fixedbut how do I repair all the broken thingsin our life All the things I have to remember the things she has forgottenfrom moment to moment As the faucet d...

And if you said come with you to the moon, I built it right this time, our starbound vessel. Speech would flee, rainbows would burst and smear the dull canvas I have slowly become. I'd start remembering things, wedding rings and how to dance, the chance taken when I thought your touch would never last.You'd forget the vastness of the sky for a minute, it'll be there waiting, creating new cells and light, bright constellat...